- lieve so, Ned. Here's the road and here's the
river. There's only a few feet—"
"Just the same," Ned persisted, "some one's bound to own as far as high tide."
"Maybe the folks in the house across the road," suggested Mae.
"Mean to tell me," demanded Laurie, "that the fellow who left that canal-boat out there had to ask permission?"
"That's in deep water," answered Ned.
"So would the Pequot Queen be in deep water!"
"Maybe, but your bridge or gangplank wouldn't be."
"Oh, shucks," said Laurie. "That doesn't sound like sense. Does it, Bob?"
"Well, I guess whoever owns this little strip wouldn't object to a person landing on it."
"Of course not," said Polly. "Besides, I don't believe it belongs to any one—except the town or the State of New York or some one like that!"
"Guess we can find that out easy enough," said Laurie, recovering confidence. "Now, what's the verdict? Think there's anything in the scheme?"
